Parsonage Living

If you don't live in a parsonage, get down on your knees and give thanks!

I do (live in a parsonage, that is); and today is the perfect example of why it is the ABSOLUTE pits. The events of the last week or so would be funny if the totality of them weren't so irritating. When I regain control and achieve some emotional distance, perhaps I can write it up, Erma Bombeck style! I promise you would laugh or cry, depending upon your capacity for empathy.